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Post by Jules on Sept 24, 2008 22:26:58 GMT -5
She walked two fingers playfully up his arm, had them scale his neck and then stroke his cheek. His skin was smooth and warm and so different from what it usually was and he didn't smell like old. He smelled like sun and sand and him. Her hand snaked into his hair, full and black and she smiled.
"I hardly mean to do half the stuff I end up doing." She reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "And I am sorry, but this state of yours isn't all bad, at least for me."
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 24, 2008 22:53:40 GMT -5
It was proving to be very bad for him. His control slipped a little further from his grasp with every stroke of her fingers. His newly alive body wanted something, and wanted it badly.
He grabbed her waist and braced her against one of the fun-mirrors, kissing her hard.
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Post by Jules on Sept 24, 2008 23:03:59 GMT -5
Mary, for once, didn't freeze, he didn't give her a chance too, he was so warm and for someone who supposedly never kissed, he was damn good at it. She gripped the sides of his face, pressing into him. Kissing him was now, by far, her favorite hobby.
And yet again some part of her brain shutdown because it was still nigh unbelievable that it was Vince touching her like this. And yet somehow the disbelief made it that much sweeter.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 16:07:47 GMT -5
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was ragged from their actions, brief though it may have been. He rested his forehead on her own, letting the edge of his thumb linger on her bottom lip. His left hand, braced on the glass surface, kept them both upright; at some point he had snagged her waist and pressed her against him.
"We should have picked this up years ago."
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Post by Jules on Sept 25, 2008 16:22:28 GMT -5
Mary uttered a breathless laugh, her hands fell to his shoulders and she enjoyed just being close to him. A few days ago she'd never thought it would be possible, let alone a few years ago. And yet in a way Mary realized she had loved him a lot longer then she'd thought. It would not have been impossible for her to find a companion, but she hadn't.
"I never thought you had it in you." she replied earnestly, without too much teasing. "You always looked so revolted when anyone so much as kissed in your vicinity. You hate being touched." She realized the slight ridiculousness of saying that, held agaisnt him like she was.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 16:32:20 GMT -5
He considered that for a moment. His most natural response was to agree with her, but he could hardly to so now without sounding hypocritical.
"Well, it is revolting," he said. "When other people do it." He brushed her cheek. "And I didn't know any better."
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Post by Jules on Sept 25, 2008 16:45:53 GMT -5
"I'm glad you can stomach me." She replied, but with a smile. It was beginning to sink in, slowly, like warm, thick honey, that this was real and not one of his funhouse illusions. She pulled him back to her slowly, pressing her lips to his.
Her eyes drifted close and she ran her nails down his back, so light as to tickle or tease. As to try and make him shiver.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 22:40:14 GMT -5
~*~Several steamy hours later~*~
Tangled in thick swaths of velvet fabric, Vince pressed a last, trembling kiss to Mary's neck, collapsing beside her. They'd ended up in some kind of fabric room, perhaps once used by a seamtress, he didn't know. They were laying on something soft, though he was fairly certain it wasn't a bed. Silk and Egyptian cotton and velvet hung from the ceilings, draped over the floors and walls. He grabbed a sheet of deep red and drew it around them, drawing her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her torso, until finally, exhausted, he fell into a deep slumber, breathing in the scent of hair.
~*~Still More Hours Later~*~
Who knew what time it was. Vince didn't care, mostly because he wasn't awake. He usually slept in a fit of unrest, if he slept at all, and nothing short of exhaustion could call forth sleep, but now he laid somewhat sprawled amidst the heavy fabric, chest rising methodically with his slow and heavy breaths. He hadn't slept so well in centuries.
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Post by Jules on Sept 25, 2008 22:52:12 GMT -5
When Mary first woke up, there was heart-wrenching pain of being wrenched from a dream that was better than reality. Not until she was fully awake did she remember that A, she couldn't dream and that B, the deep and even breathing she could hear coming from somewhere beside her was not the tricky remnant of a dream she couldn't have. She sighed in deep relief, feeling the ache subside and wondered if she'd ever get used to the fact of Vince. She turned around on whatever it was they were lying on to locate him.
The sight of his bronzed self sleeping like a log brought a smile to her lips. She didn't think he'd ever slept so well. Not that she'd often seen him sleep, but there was a reason he took her painkillers almost every morning. Somehow she didn't think this would be one of those times.
Mary really didn't want to disturb him, but she'd fallen asleep with his arms around her and she missed them already. She wormed her way back into his hold and sighed contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder. Still it was too surreal. Everything she knew about Vince would call what had happened within the last several hours absolutely impossible. If asked last year, last month, last week, she would've laughed a good long time. And yet here she was. It was like suddenly learning the earth wasn't flat.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 23:02:02 GMT -5
He shifted, wrapping an arm around her and then blinked awake in surprise. He stared down at her, a bit dumbfounded for several seconds, and then as the memories of the last few hours came filtering back, his eyes softened.
Slightly irritated at being woken up, he nuzzled deeper into her, grumbling in incomprehensible sounds. "Your fault," he whispered against her temple.
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Post by Jules on Sept 25, 2008 23:18:16 GMT -5
Mary smiled happily at the feeling of his arm around her, and stroked his hair as he nuzzled her even as he got a bit annoyed. "Yes." she whispered just as softly, but she didn't mind taking the blame, it was worth this. She would soak up every moment of this because she couldn't be sure, not yet , anyways, that Vince just wouldn't snap back into his shell.
"You slept well." She said, a touch of wonderment in her tone. He might complain that she'd forced him into an early cycle, but of this would've been possible had she not. Her hand stopped moving, resting on the back of his head.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 29, 2008 22:52:48 GMT -5
"Mmm..."
He lifted his head, blowing a strand of wayward bang from his eyes. "Yes." He frowned, contemplating this for a moment.
"You may have to move in with me," he said. "In my room, with me." Though, the way he said it, he might as well have issued the suggestion as a threatening command.
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Post by Jules on Sept 30, 2008 7:16:07 GMT -5
Mary once again froze.
What?
She stared at him for a long, long moment before smiling slightly. But there was almost something sad about that smile. Men said a lot of things they didn't mean during pillow-talk, as she had learned from experience. Vince inviting her to share a bed with him, permanently, was clearly one of those things.
"I would like that Vince, but we both know you. The few times I've slept in your bed you had to stay up the entire night for not wanting to sleep next to me. Obviously things have changed and that's good, but"----as indicated by the tone in which he asked---"Not everything has. I'll drive you insane within a week."
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 30, 2008 16:43:38 GMT -5
He narrowed his eyes, not pleased about her gentle, but plain refusal.
"Probably," he agreed. He'd been blessed with the expansive patience quota of "none at all", and things (read: everything) tended to annoy him.
But Mary annoyed him the least amount of anything, and she did something nothing else did: she made him happy. And now, having spent a night with her, how would he be able to sleep without her?
In a surprising display of grace, he ignored her insubordination to his demand and laid back on the pillow-ish fabrics. "Fine."
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Post by Jules on Sept 30, 2008 17:11:30 GMT -5
Mary didn't follow suite, she sat up, pulling a swath of the Egyptian Cotton around herself and stood, beginning to start the search for her clothing. This felt wrong, if she had it her way, this would be the man she spent the rest of her life with. And here she was skulking around like it was some kind of one night stand.
With an exaggerated sigh she flopped back onto the bed, inched closer to him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Since you put up such a fight, I guess I don't have much of a choice. But I'm varmint, remember. Once you invite me in it's hell getting rid of me."
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